Their beauty's ways, unlike any other,
Their beauty's ways, a world apart.
Fair exteriors, yet shadows smother,
Their hearts are cloaked in the darkest art.
These men's ways, a different measure,
These men's ways, a different tune.
They steal your heart in love's false pleasure,
Beneath a deceptive, silver moon.
These men's ways, a different measure.
At first glance, they cast a spell,
Then hide the moon-like face from sight.
A two-faced game, few can tell,
They offer flowers, and thorns of night.
Some keep the blooms, others the blackest thorn,
They steal your heart in love's false pleasure.
These men's ways, a different measure.
Today they swear to you their vow,
Tomorrow, love another's face.
They swear false oaths, here and now,
And feign a righteous, noble grace.
Beloved, how did the world allow,
Such hearts to wander free?
By God, they break the heart somehow,
Their hearts are cloaked in misery.
Fair exteriors, yet shadows smother,
Their beauty's ways, unlike any other.
A voice now whispers, "You have torn,"
A voice now whispers, "You have torn,"
"What wrong did I commit, why have you sworn?"
Reflect before you draw near to me again,
A sword at the waist, a spear in the hand.
A sword at the waist, a spear in the hand,
A sword at the waist, a spear in the hand,
A sword at the waist, a spear in the hand.
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